Here are a couple poems we read to our family last night, New Year’s Eve, to wrap up 2014 and ring in 2015. They’re not our gold standard, or mission, or vision, or the pinnacle of poems…but they’re good and what we wanted to go to sleep thinking about.
Work, by Henry Van Dyke
Let me but do my work from day to day,
In field or forest, at the desk or loom,
In roaring market-place or tranquil room;
Let me but find it in my heart to say, Continue reading